Cold Lyrics

Dave East Cold

Sour got me higher than the solar
Cold heart I trust a bitch as far as I can throw her
You might be cool but I'm colder,
Loud pack she give me wild cat
Ain't go to villanova
Tryina get it till it's over, 86 chevy motor
Before the motor rolling it was clicking off a yola
From chilling on my sofa, liquor sipping with no coaster
To flipping grams of coca, not me but my men is smoking

Got zandies from Dakota, connect out in Minnesota
Like a Viking, do the right thing, no spike lee, never sober
I'm f..cked up nigga touch luck, truths cut up but I'm fresh
No lungs left, I'm smoked out, but you bitch getting undressed
Got fast cash, I passed class, without taking one test
I book flights and I shook dice, and I took rights no left
No campaign, when my cam came
Left champagne on her breast
And the 2 four in the blue Porsche what the coupe cost
Just guess, yes!